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  Contents

  Chapter 1 “Good evening, my lord. Your uncle has called.”

  Chapter 2 Francesca rushed into the house through the garden hall.

  Chapter 3 He couldn’t get her out of his mind.

  Chapter 4 Francesca spoke with Charles as she’d promised.

  Chapter 5 The old man’s prophecy held true, but they cut it very fine.

  Chapter 6 “Ready to take the final momentous step?”

  Chapter 7 “Wallace?”

  Chapter 8 It was full light when he awoke and reached for her.

  Chapter 9 Lady Elizabeth and Henni retired for a nap before dinner.

  Chapter 10 A stableboy came running as Gyles trotted into the stable

  Chapter 11 They walked back through the park in the deepening twilight . . .

  Chapter 12 “Would you like to go riding this morning?”

  Chapter 13 “Well, my dear! Married life clearly agrees with you.”

  Chapter 14 The next morning, they waved their guests away.

  Chapter 15 The days leading to their Harvest Festival were filled . . .

  Chapter 16 “My lord, if I could have a moment of your time?”

  Chapter 17 Love was something that came slowly, on silent feet.

  Chapter 18 Two weeks later, Gyles stood by the side of Lady . . .

  Chapter 19 “Have you received any news from the Castle?”

  Chapter 20 Charles, Ester, and Franni did not stay late.

  Chapter 21 “Do come along! We’ll be late.”

  About the Author

  Other Books by Stephanie Laurens

  Author’s Note

  Copyright

  About the Publisher

  Chapter 1

  London

  August 1820

  “Good evening, my lord. Your uncle has called. He’s awaiting you in the library.”

  Gyles Frederick Rawlings, fifth Earl of Chillingworth, paused in the act of divesting himself of his greatcoat, then shrugged and let the heavy coat fall into his butler’s waiting hands. “Indeed?”

  “I understand Lord Walpole will shortly return to Lambourn Castle. He wondered if you had any messages for the Dowager Countess.”

  “In other words,” Gyles murmured, resettling his cuffs, “he wants the latest gossip and knows better than to return to Mama and my aunt without it.”

  “As you say, my lord. In addition, Mr. Waring called earlier. On ascertaining that you were returning this evening, he left word that he would hold himself ready to wait on your lordship at your earliest convenience.”

  “Thank you, Irving.” Gyles strolled into his front hall. Behind him, the front door quietly shut, propelled by a silent footman. Pausing in the middle of the green-and-white tiles, Gyles glanced back at Irving, waiting, a picture of patience in his butler’s black. “Summon Waring.” Gyles turned down the hall. “Send a footman with the carriage, given it’s so late.”

  “Immediately, my lord.”

  Another well-trained footman opened the library door; Gyles walked in; the door closed behind him.

  His uncle, Horace Walpole, was sitting on the chaise, legs stretched out, a half-empty brandy balloon in one hand. He cracked open one eye, then opened both and sat up. “There you are, m’boy. I was wondering if I’d have to go back newsless, and considering what would be safe to concoct.”

  Gyles crossed to the tantalus. “I believe I can spare your imagination. I’m expecting Waring shortly.”

  “That new man-of-business of yours?”

  Gyles nodded. Glass in hand, he crossed to his favorite armchair and sank into its leather-cushioned comfort. “He’s been looking into a small matter for me.”

  “Oh? Which matter?”

  “Who I should marry.”

  Horace stared, then straightened. “Hell’s bells! You’re serious.”

  “Marriage is not a subject on which I would jest.”

  “Glad to hear it.” Horace took a large sip of his brandy. “Henni said you’d be making a move in that direction, but I really didn’t think you would—well, not yet.”

  Gyles hid a wry smile. Horace had been his guardian since his father’s death; he’d been seven at the time of his sire’s demise, so it was Horace who’d guided him through adolesence and youth. Despite that, he could still surprise Horace. His aunt Henrietta, Henni to all, was another matter—she seemed to know instinctively what he was thinking on all major issues, even though he was here in London while she resided at his principal estate in Berkshire. As for his mother, also at Lambourn Castle, he’d long been grateful that she kept her perceptions to herself. “It’s not as if marriage is something I can avoid.”

  “There is that,” Horace conceded. “Osbert as the next earl is not something any of us could stomach. Least of all Osbert.”

  “So Great-aunt Millicent regularly informs me.” Gyles nodded at the large desk farther down the room. “That letter there—the thick one? That’ll be another missive demanding I do my duty by the family, pick a suitable chit, and marry with all speed. One arrives every week without fail.”

  Horace pulled a face.

  “And, of course, every time I cross Osbert’s path, he looks at me as if I’m his only possible salvation.”

  “Well, you are. If you don’t marry and beget an heir, he’ll be for it. And Osbert in charge of the earldom is entirely too depressing a thought to contemplate.” Horace drained his glass. “Still, I wouldn’t have thought you’d let old Millicent and Osbert jockey you into marrying to please them.”

  “Perish the thought. But if you must know, and I’m sure Henni will want to, I intend to marry entirely to suit myself. I’m thirty-five, after all. Further denying the inevitable will only make the adjustment more painful—I’m set in my ways as it is.” He rose and held out his hand.

  Horace grimaced and gave him his glass. “Devilish business, marriage—take my word for it. Sure it isn’t all these Cynsters marrying that’s niggled you into taking the plunge?”

  “That’s where I was today—Somersham. There was a family gathering to show off all the new wives and infants. If I’d needed any demonstration of the validity of your thesis, today would have provided it.”

  Refilling their glasses, Gyles pushed aside the prickling presentiment evoked by his old friend Devil Cynster’s latest infernal machination. “Devil and the others elected me an honorary Cynster.” Turning from the tantalus, he handed Horace his glass, then resumed his seat. “I pointed out that while we might share countless characteristics, I’m not, and never will be, a Cynster.”

  He would not marry for love. That fate, as he’d assured Devil for years, would never be his.

  Every Cynster male seemed unavoidably to succumb, jettisoning rakish careers of legendary proportions for love and the arms of one special lady. There’d been six in the group popularly known as the Bar Cynster, and now all were wed, all exclusively and unswervingly focused on their wives and growing families. If there was, within him, a spark of envy, he made sure it was buried deep. The price they’d paid was not one he could afford.

  Horace snorted. “Love matches are the Cynsters’ forte. Seem to be all the rage these days, but take my word for it—an arranged marriage has a lot to recommend it.”

  “My thoughts exactly. Earlier this summer I set Waring the task of investigating all the likely candidates to see which, if any, had dower properties that would materially add to the earldom.”

  “Properties?”

  “If one is not marrying for love, one may as well marry for something else.” And he’d wanted a reason for his choice, so whichever lady he ultimately offered for would entertain no illusions over what had made him drop his handkerchief in her lap. “My instructions were that my futu
re countess had to be sufficiently well-bred, docile, and endowed with at least passable grace of form, deportment, and address.” A lady who could stand by his side and impinge on his consciousness not at all; a well-bred cypher who would bear his children and disrupt his lifestyle minimally.

  Gyles sipped. “As it happened, I had also asked Waring to trace the current ownership of the Gatting property.”

  Horace nodded his understanding. The Gatting property had at one time been part of the Lambourn estate. Without it, the earldom’s principal estate was like a pie with a slice missing; regaining the Gatting lands had been an ambition of Gyles’s father, and his father before him.

  “In pursuing the owner, Waring discovered that the deed had passed to some distant Rawlings, then, on his demise, into the dowry of his daughter, presently of marriageable age. The information Waring is apparently anxious to impart concerns the daughter.”

  “She of marriageable age?”

  Gyles inclined his head as the chime of the front door bell pealed through the house. A moment later, the library door opened.

  “Mr. Waring, my lord.”

  “Thank you, Irving.”

  Waring, a heavy-set man in his early thirties, with a round face and close-cropped hair, entered. Gyles waved him to the armchair opposite. “You’ve met Lord Walpole. Can I offer you a drink?”

  “Thank you, my lord, but no.” Waring nodded to Horace, then sat, laying a leather satchel across his knees. “I knew how keen you were to pursue this matter, so I took the liberty of leaving a message . . .”

  “Indeed. I take it you have news?”

  “I have.” Settling a pair of spectacles on his nose, Waring withdrew a sheaf of papers from his satchel. “As we’d heard, the gentleman and his household resided permanently in Italy. Apparently both parents, Gerrard Rawlings and his wife Katrina, perished together. Subsequently, the daughter, Francesca Hermione Rawlings, returned to England and joined the household of her uncle and guardian, Sir Charles Rawlings, in Hampshire.”

  “I’ve been trying to recall . . .” Gyles swirled his glass. “Were they—Charles and Gerrard—the sons of Francis Rawlings?”

  Waring shuffled his papers, then nodded. “Indeed. Francis Rawlings was the grandfather of the lady in question.”

  “Francesca Hermione Rawlings.” Gyles considered the name. “And the lady herself?”

  “That proved easier than I’d expected. The family entertained extensively—any member of the ton passing through northern Italy would have met them. I’ve descriptions from Lady Kenilworth, Mrs. Foxmartin, Lady Lucas, and the Countess of Morpleth.”

  “What’s the verdict?”

  “A delightful young lady. Pleasant. Well-favored. A most amusing creature—that was old Lady Kenilworth. A young gentlewoman of excellent breeding—so said the countess.”

  “Who said ‘well-favored’?” Horace asked.

  “Actually, all of them said that, or words to the effect.” Waring glanced at the written accounts, then offered them to Gyles.

  Gyles took them, perused them. “If you put them together, they spell ‘paragon.’ “ He raised his brows. “You know what they say about gift horses.” He handed the reports to Horace. “What of the rest?”

  “The young lady’s now twenty-three years old, but there’s no record nor rumor of any marriage. Indeed, the ladies I spoke with had lost sight of Miss Rawlings. Although most were familiar with the tragedy of her parents’ death and were aware of her return to England, none have seen her since. That seemed strange, so I followed it up. Miss Rawlings is residing with her uncle at Rawlings Hall, near Lyndhurst, but I haven’t been able to locate anyone presently in the capital who has met the lady, her guardian, or any member of the household in the past few years.”

  Waring looked at Gyles. “If you wish, I could send a man down to assess the situation locally. Discreetly, of course.”

  Gyles considered. Impatience—to have the whole business of his marriage safely dealt with and behind him—flared. “No—I’ll deal with it myself.” He glanced at Horace and smiled cynically. “There are some benefits to being head of the family.”

  After commending Waring for his excellent work, Gyles saw him into the front hall. Horace followed; he left on Waring’s heels, stating his intention to return to Lambourn Castle the next day. The front door closed. Gyles turned and climbed the wide stairs.

  Discreet elegance and the unmistakable grace of established wealth surrounded him, yet there was a coldness about his house, an emptiness that chilled. Solid and timelessly classical though it was, his home lacked human warmth. From the head of the stairs, he looked down the imposing sweep and concluded that it was, indeed, past time he found a lady to correct the fault.

  Francesca Hermione Rawlings easily topped the list to be invited to undertake the task. Aside from anything else, he truly wanted the deed to the Gatting property. His list had other names on it, but no other lady matched Miss Rawlings’s credentials. She might, of course, prove to be ineligible in some way; if so, he’d learn of it tomorrow.

  No sense in dallying and allowing fate an opportunity to stick her finger in his pie.

  He drove into Hampshire the next morning, reaching Lyndhurst in the early afternoon. He turned in under the sign of the Lyndhurst Arms. Bespeaking rooms there, he left his tiger, Maxwell, in charge of settling his greys. Hiring a good-looking chestnut hunter, he set off for Rawlings Hall.

  According to the garrulous innkeeper, Gyles’s distant kinsman, Sir Charles Rawlings, lived a reclusive life in the depths of the New Forest. Nevertheless, the road to the Hall was well graded, and the gates, when Gyles came to them, stood open. He rode in, the chestnut’s hooves beating a regular tattoo along the graveled drive. The trees thinned, then gave way to extensive lawns surrounding a house of faded red brick, some sections gabled, others battlemented with a lone tower at one end. None of the building was new, not even Georgian. Rawlings Hall was well looked after but unostentatious.

  A parterre extended from the front courtyard, separating an old stone wall from the lawns surrounding an ornamental lake. Hidden behind the wall, a garden ran alongside the house; beyond it lay a formal shrubbery.

  Gyles drew rein before the front steps. Footsteps pattered. Dismounting, he handed the reins to the stable lad who came pelting up, then strode up the steps to the door and knocked.

  “Good afternoon, sir. May I help you?”

  Gyles considered the large butler. “The Earl of Chillingworth. I wish to see Sir Charles Rawlings.”

  To give him credit, the butler blinked only once. “Indeed, sir—my lord. If you will step this way, I’ll advise Sir Charles of your arrival immediately.”

  Shown into the drawing room, Gyles prowled, his impatience fueled by an inexplicable sense of being just one step ahead of fate. Devil’s fault, of course. Even being an honorary Cynster was tempting fate too far.

  The door opened. Gyles swung around as a gentlemen entered—an older, softer, more careworn version of himself, with the same rangy build, the same chestnut brown hair. Despite the fact he had not previously met Charles Rawlings, Gyles would have instantly recognized him as a relative.

  “Chillingworth? Well!” Charles blinked, taking in the resemblance, which rendered any answer to his question superfluous. He recovered quickly. “Welcome, my lord. To what do we owe this pleasure?”

  Gyles smiled, and told him.

  “Francesca?”

  They’d repaired to the privacy of Charles’s study. After seeing Gyles to a comfortable chair, Charles subsided into the one behind his desk. “I’m sorry—I don’t see what interest you might have in Francesca.”

  “As to that, I’m not certain, but my . . . dilemma, shall we say? is common enough. As the head of the family, I’m expected to wed. In my case, it’s something of a necessity, given it’s most seriously necessary I beget myself an heir.” Gyles paused, then asked, “Have you met Osbert Rawlings?”

  “Osbert? Is he Henry’s son?�
� When Gyles nodded, Charles’s expression blanked. “Isn’t he the one who wants to be a poet?”

  “He did want to be a poet, yes. Now he is a poet, and that’s infinitely worse.”

  “Good lord! Vague, gangly, never knows what to do with his hands?”

  “That’s Osbert. You can see why the family are counting on me to do my duty. To do him justice, Osbert himself is terrified I won’t, and he’ll have to step into my shoes.”

  “I can imagine. Even as a lad he had limp wool for a backbone.”

  “Therefore, having reached the age of thirty-five, I’m engaged in looking about for a wife.”

  “And you thought of Francesca?”

  “Before we discuss particulars, I wish to make one point clear. I’m looking for an amenable bride willing to engage in an arranged marriage.”

  “An arranged . . .” Charles frowned. “You mean a marriage of convenience?”

  Gyles raised his brows. “That always struck me as an oxymoron. How could marriage ever be convenient?”

  Charles didn’t smile. “Perhaps you’d better explain what you’re seeking.”

  “I wish to contract an arranged marriage with a lady of suitable birth, breeding, and comportment to fill the role of my countess and provide me and the family with the heirs we require. Beyond that, and the household and formal duties pertaining to the role of Countess of Chillingworth, I would make no further demands of the lady. In return, in addition to the position itself and all things reasonably accruing to it, such as her wardrobe, her own carriage and servants, I will settle on her an allowance that will enable her to live in luxury for the rest of her days. I’m hardly a pauper after all.”

  “With due respect, neither is Francesca.”

  “So I understand. However, with the exception of the deed to the Gatting property, which I wish to return to the Lambourn estate, her various inheritances will remain hers to do with as she pleases.”

  Charles’s brows rose. “That is indeed generous.” His gaze grew distant. “I have to admit that my marriage was arranged . . .” After a moment, he refocused on Gyles. “I fear I must ask, cousin—is there any particular reason you’re so insistent your marriage be an arranged one?”

 

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